"Will you walk into my parlor?"

[prototype_infiltraitor]

In the Nexus are many streets, roads, alleys and avenues. Some are bustling with activity, featuring beings of all shapes and sizes buying and selling and eating and entertaining. In this Everything Drawer of the Multiverse one can find almost anything or anyone they want or need, provided they are willing to look for it hard enough. One doesn't have to look hard to find the busybody that is Officer Steve Austin, however. With eyes softened just a bit, stray from the beaten path, down that less traveled way, known for its overpriced, out-of-stock, and/or sub-par offerings. Down that way, there is what appears to be a dusty old pawn shop or perhaps a gunsmith or perhaps an antique store, and if one looks close enough they might notice that despite its dilapidation and darkened interior, the venue is apparently not not-in-business. Or at least, it is not closed. From time to time a figure can be seen moving within, none other than the good Nexus Officer of the Law, tinkering with assorted and unidentifiable bits and bobs of mechanical nature.

A sign --in fact, the only sign borne by the shop-- too small to be seen from further than the sidewalk immediately outside reads simply, "Weaponsmith." Fancy that; Officer Austin must be moonlighting. Will anyone walk into his parlor?

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[leaderoftheresistance]

One very suspicious John Connor carries many weapons just in case there's a unknown pawn shop/weaponsmith/whatever...

He might of wanted to go buy some great weapons at a discount at one point as a kid but he was too smart for that now. Who knew what Terminators lurked around corners these days?

Or could he of thought the "good" officer of the law was dead?!

[onemorebounty]

*Practically a fixture of the Nexus, the tall blond woman makes regular trips through the ever-churning milieu of the Nexus markets. Given her interests, the simple plaque catches her eye and she tries the door beneath it.*

Anyone home?